It is what it is.
Well from where I sit things look a whole lot different than the view most hold apparent.
Useless wars for rich men’s desires while our youthful veterans turn into burnt out wreckage, missing body parts, and shredded tires.
I am sick of watching my friends leave burning with pride only for their parents to get a shitty ass letter telling them how they died.
Damn protestors calling my friends killers and criminals when all they do is sit around and talk a lot of talk, smoking grass and complaining how difficult it is to be in their expensive shoes while they suffer through the hard life they must walk.
No one, not one of those people have got it right cause you cant trust your freedom cause it’s not really in your hands.
The great machine we have grinds away at the man who truly understands.
Coveted dreams stolen by the powers that be,
Propaganda lies telling us we’re free.
Proud soldiers continue to die,
For freedoms that are all a lie.
Look at the lives we are living,
All this taking instead of giving.
The rich getting richer while the poor get poorer,
I can’t stand it any more more more more……
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